I Want Doesn't Get
Title : I Want Doesn't Get
Word Count : 1113
Rating : NC17 for graphic sex
Notes: For perdiccas and the mission_insane prompt 'Control'
Mohinder glanced at the cellphone and clicked ‘Play Again’ on his online game. He had been shooting balls at other balls for three hours. His top score was 58,023 and some kid in France was challenging him to a re-match. He looked at the phone again and this time it glowed green, as if willed by his impatience.
He looked at the caller ID and smirked as he answered it. “Mohinder Suresh, how may I help you today?”
“Fuck you.”
A grin spread across Mohinder’s face as he shifted his free hand inside his pants. He took a tight hold on his cock and ran his thumb through the pooling wetness on the tip. “Now that’s now way to hold a phone conversation, is it Sylar?”
“Come and take it out.” The voice on the other end of the phone was aggressive but Mohinder could hear the pleas desperate to come out.
“Take what out?”
“You fucking know what! Come and take it out, you promised an hour!”
Mohinder circled his thumb slowly, screwing up his eyes as a tremor of satisfaction ran through him. “Why don’t you describe to me exactly what the problem is, and if it’s really bad I’ll come back from the lab and fix it.”
There was an audible sigh on the end of the line. “This morning, I was half way through being fucked nice and hard when I….expressed a desire for a little more friction.”
“Your exact words were “Fuck me harder, now.”, and then what did you do?”
“I may have used a little physical encouragement…”
“You used your powers to push my cock further inside you. You couldn’t wait because you’re spoiled. And what did I tell you the last time?” Mohinder started to stroke in time with Sylar’s gasps as the beads nudged against his prostate.
“You said….oh God….you said “I want doesn’t get.”
“Exactly. And what part of that don’t you understand?” He hung up and reluctantly took his hand out of his pants, sucking his wet fingertips absent mindedly as he looked at the clock. One more hour. If there were no further phone calls.
…..
Sylar flinched as he heard the door slam. The kneeling position was making his thigh muscles scream and tied as he was to the headboard by his wrists he couldn’t see anything behind him. He had been staring at the cream coloured wall for three hours and 45 minutes. Mohinder had left the clock within his line of vision, cruelly forcing him to watch the time go by so slowly. He involuntarily tensed around the anal beads and let out a whimper. He heard Mohinder laugh behind him.
Mohinder started undressing, throwing his clothes onto the floor just on the periphery of Sylar’s vision. He knew that it was nothing more sinister than impatience on Sylar’s part that had made him use a telekinetic hand to ‘help’ him, but he still felt stung by the implication that he couldn’t make him come without help. He stood, naked, waiting for Sylar to stop looking around desperately. Eventually he saw him face the wall and bow his head, resting his forehead on the thin leather binds that held his wrists in place.
Mohinder crawled onto the bed, settling himself between Sylar’s legs and letting his cock press against the last anal bead on the strand which was buried deep. He nudged forward and Sylar gasped, throwing his head back. Mohinder placed his hands firmly on Sylar’s hips and pressed against him, running his dry lips over the contours of his lover’s ear. “Talk to me.” He whispered, letting his tongue drift gently over Sylar’s earlobe. He had no doubt he knew what to say, but he kept in mind a few key words that he wanted to hear before he would relent and let him come.
“I’m sorry. I was being impatient. You give me everything I want. I was…I’m spoiled.” Sylar waited for the reaction to that word. Mohinder loved that word.
True to form, Mohinder leaned back and trailed kisses down from the nape of Sylar’s neck to the base of his spine. Sylar gulped as he felt Mohinder blowing on the cold sweat which had pooled in the small of his back, and then his hot breath as he settled further down.
Mohinder took the spare anal bead gently between his fingers and shuffled down until his stomach was flat on the bed. He focused on the wrinkled skin above the bead, and ghosted his tongue over it as Sylar bucked into empty space and moaned loudly. Without warning he backed off and pulled the beads out suddenly, sinking his tongue back inside Sylar and fucking him with his mouth as he screamed. Mohinder grabbed Sylar’s cock roughly and started to tug, now deaf to his cries as he wondered how he was going to get to the lube without leaving Sylar’s body empty for more than a second. He reached between his legs with his free hand and spread pre-cum over his first few inches. With a dramatic suck he took his tongue out of Sylar and replaced it with his cock, thrusting in as far as he could on the first attempt. He stilled and leaned back into Sylar’s ear. “You’ve stopped talking. Tell me what you want.”
Sylar resisted the urge to push back and fuck himself on Mohinder. He swallowed hard and took a few ragged breaths as he felt the other man sink further into him. “I trust you. You don’t need me to tell you.”
Mohinder grinned, thrusting again as he doubled his efforts on Sylar’s length. “That’s right. I know what you want. I know you like me to open you up with my mouth. I know you like to be fucked hard and fast, I know you like it when I do this..” He bit gently on Sylar’s neck, nipping the skin and licking it back to relief over and over. “And I know that no matter how long we’ve been fucking, when I want you to come all I have to do is this.” Mohinder used his other to pinch at Sylar’s perineum and grinned as he came hard, yelling out his name and squeezing Mohinder’s own orgasm from him.
After a few minutes of panting and stilted giggles Mohinder pulled out, eliciting a fresh moan from Sylar. He undid the leather binds and flung them to the floor, falling back onto the bad and opening his arms ready to hold his lover. When Sylar sprawled over him Mohinder nuzzled into his neck. “And what have we learned today?”
Sylar smiled. “I want doesn’t get.”
Word Count : 1113
Rating : NC17 for graphic sex
Notes: For perdiccas and the mission_insane prompt 'Control'
Mohinder glanced at the cellphone and clicked ‘Play Again’ on his online game. He had been shooting balls at other balls for three hours. His top score was 58,023 and some kid in France was challenging him to a re-match. He looked at the phone again and this time it glowed green, as if willed by his impatience.
He looked at the caller ID and smirked as he answered it. “Mohinder Suresh, how may I help you today?”
“Fuck you.”
A grin spread across Mohinder’s face as he shifted his free hand inside his pants. He took a tight hold on his cock and ran his thumb through the pooling wetness on the tip. “Now that’s now way to hold a phone conversation, is it Sylar?”
“Come and take it out.” The voice on the other end of the phone was aggressive but Mohinder could hear the pleas desperate to come out.
“Take what out?”
“You fucking know what! Come and take it out, you promised an hour!”
Mohinder circled his thumb slowly, screwing up his eyes as a tremor of satisfaction ran through him. “Why don’t you describe to me exactly what the problem is, and if it’s really bad I’ll come back from the lab and fix it.”
There was an audible sigh on the end of the line. “This morning, I was half way through being fucked nice and hard when I….expressed a desire for a little more friction.”
“Your exact words were “Fuck me harder, now.”, and then what did you do?”
“I may have used a little physical encouragement…”
“You used your powers to push my cock further inside you. You couldn’t wait because you’re spoiled. And what did I tell you the last time?” Mohinder started to stroke in time with Sylar’s gasps as the beads nudged against his prostate.
“You said….oh God….you said “I want doesn’t get.”
“Exactly. And what part of that don’t you understand?” He hung up and reluctantly took his hand out of his pants, sucking his wet fingertips absent mindedly as he looked at the clock. One more hour. If there were no further phone calls.
…..
Sylar flinched as he heard the door slam. The kneeling position was making his thigh muscles scream and tied as he was to the headboard by his wrists he couldn’t see anything behind him. He had been staring at the cream coloured wall for three hours and 45 minutes. Mohinder had left the clock within his line of vision, cruelly forcing him to watch the time go by so slowly. He involuntarily tensed around the anal beads and let out a whimper. He heard Mohinder laugh behind him.
Mohinder started undressing, throwing his clothes onto the floor just on the periphery of Sylar’s vision. He knew that it was nothing more sinister than impatience on Sylar’s part that had made him use a telekinetic hand to ‘help’ him, but he still felt stung by the implication that he couldn’t make him come without help. He stood, naked, waiting for Sylar to stop looking around desperately. Eventually he saw him face the wall and bow his head, resting his forehead on the thin leather binds that held his wrists in place.
Mohinder crawled onto the bed, settling himself between Sylar’s legs and letting his cock press against the last anal bead on the strand which was buried deep. He nudged forward and Sylar gasped, throwing his head back. Mohinder placed his hands firmly on Sylar’s hips and pressed against him, running his dry lips over the contours of his lover’s ear. “Talk to me.” He whispered, letting his tongue drift gently over Sylar’s earlobe. He had no doubt he knew what to say, but he kept in mind a few key words that he wanted to hear before he would relent and let him come.
“I’m sorry. I was being impatient. You give me everything I want. I was…I’m spoiled.” Sylar waited for the reaction to that word. Mohinder loved that word.
True to form, Mohinder leaned back and trailed kisses down from the nape of Sylar’s neck to the base of his spine. Sylar gulped as he felt Mohinder blowing on the cold sweat which had pooled in the small of his back, and then his hot breath as he settled further down.
Mohinder took the spare anal bead gently between his fingers and shuffled down until his stomach was flat on the bed. He focused on the wrinkled skin above the bead, and ghosted his tongue over it as Sylar bucked into empty space and moaned loudly. Without warning he backed off and pulled the beads out suddenly, sinking his tongue back inside Sylar and fucking him with his mouth as he screamed. Mohinder grabbed Sylar’s cock roughly and started to tug, now deaf to his cries as he wondered how he was going to get to the lube without leaving Sylar’s body empty for more than a second. He reached between his legs with his free hand and spread pre-cum over his first few inches. With a dramatic suck he took his tongue out of Sylar and replaced it with his cock, thrusting in as far as he could on the first attempt. He stilled and leaned back into Sylar’s ear. “You’ve stopped talking. Tell me what you want.”
Sylar resisted the urge to push back and fuck himself on Mohinder. He swallowed hard and took a few ragged breaths as he felt the other man sink further into him. “I trust you. You don’t need me to tell you.”
Mohinder grinned, thrusting again as he doubled his efforts on Sylar’s length. “That’s right. I know what you want. I know you like me to open you up with my mouth. I know you like to be fucked hard and fast, I know you like it when I do this..” He bit gently on Sylar’s neck, nipping the skin and licking it back to relief over and over. “And I know that no matter how long we’ve been fucking, when I want you to come all I have to do is this.” Mohinder used his other to pinch at Sylar’s perineum and grinned as he came hard, yelling out his name and squeezing Mohinder’s own orgasm from him.
After a few minutes of panting and stilted giggles Mohinder pulled out, eliciting a fresh moan from Sylar. He undid the leather binds and flung them to the floor, falling back onto the bad and opening his arms ready to hold his lover. When Sylar sprawled over him Mohinder nuzzled into his neck. “And what have we learned today?”
Sylar smiled. “I want doesn’t get.”